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not the kind of man to get divorced - rugun lyrics

little mary fell asleep on the ride home, and she doesn’t remember anything
woke up in the morning to the sound of the vase breaking, by now she’s used to it
act asleep till the house calms down, write a draft or two, just don’t think hard again
thinking never solves these problems, you’ll understand when you grow* (f*ck it)
dust off the old furniture
so one day maybe you’ll understand
you’re born on the wrong side of the bloodline and you’ll be thankful for it
you won’t remember it anyway
how i scolded you in the middle of the playground
i got work to get to, can’t waste time flattering the ego of sh*ts like you

blood so thick you can taste it
you’re the only face i know at the precinct
guess i’m sticking to my roots when i
chalk it all up to my father’s vices
two decades of back and forth and now
your last name is a fog in the distant sky
you left me in disassembled limbs and now
i’m picking up the pieces

there goes her conception of unconditional love, she’ll never trust you again
she hates herself, she hates families, she’s all alone but she’ll get used to it
kinship won’t give a pass anymore, he needs her out, grow a pair and get over it
they keep saying that he did mean well
like they don’t see how his influence tears her down
(you tore her down, you tore her down)
so hard to forgive and forget
the scars you left on her judgement persists i hope you’re happy
you ruined the woman i loved you b*st*rd (she’s not growing up, she’s not growing up)
every piece of you i see in her makes me sick (what makes you think she’s the one who needs growing up)
i hope you die in a car fire, and if you do (you’re not growing up, you’re not growing up)
i’ll visit your grave just to f*cking p*ss on it (why don’t you slit your throat and make her feel old enough)
blood so thick you can taste it
you’re the only face i know at the precinct
guess i’m sticking to my roots when i
chalk it all up to my father’s vices
two decades of back and forth and now
your last name is a fog in the distant sky
you left me in disassembled limbs and now
i’m picking up the pieces
(you tore her down…)

an old friend once told me
more you suffer, the more it shows you care
well it doesn’t work that way
soon she’ll see, it was all for nothing

- rugun lyrics

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